dat 4 month gravedig
i just listened to the mouse and the mask for like 2395213794 time and dude has quotables for days.
Head on straight, mask on crooked
exit stage left with the cash, gone took it
off like a koufi, the fit was a bit doofy
he tried to get screwy, with that "two for you,
one, two for me, G," cut the cranky attitude
wet him like a handkerchief on a stanky fatter dude
whether you's a rapper or dang sanger
once you in the zone only one way out, like a gang banger
with a new crew keychain and street name
what set do he claim for fame, peep game
just to keep feta and stay dip
you need it like a letter or better a getaway whip
this old things rusted, encrusted as the gold rings the old kings busted
plan to end global starvation and fat her
now what in tarnation did I go and do that fer?
stuff happens, like gettin' snuffed for tough tit rappin'
see, I told 'em enough, quit yer yappin'
the same applied to any and all chumps
the only question he had for yall is how many lumps?
three or four? either or? mon cheri amour
see, why you need your heater for?
the super villain slid in your party for free
warn a emcee, get outta here kid, you bother me!